The Warm Up

Loretta: Ariel, I miss you. For how long will you disregard my messages? You used to say we might be friends, but you've stopped talking to me. Loretta :Stars That Shine gave me the lead role. I know you have something to do with that. Ariel : I know you're still worried. I swear to uphold your bounds. I understand your feelings more than anyone else pertaining marriage. I still want you in my life, is that so bad? Is it really that horrible that I believe you share my desires? Since we had dinner, she has texted me every day, but I haven't replied yet. I'm experiencing strange struggle.I feel strangely relieved and angry at the same time for leaving me at the altar the way she did. Though I shouldn't be, I am. I lock my phone and put it away after opening the door to my home office, so I don't respond to Loretta's messages. I try my hardest not to stare at Arielle's figure when she walks in, but it's a lost struggle because she's dressed in a crimson nightgown that surpasses my wildest dreams. Given what it's hiding, the cloth might as well be translucent. Her dark nipples are slightly visible, and it's unclear if she's wearing anything underneath. She informed me she didn't enjoy wearing underwear, and I can still picture her bare pussy in my lap with her eyes on mine while I bite my lip. If I had simply given in to my passion that evening, what may have happened? I try, but I can't take my eyes off her. Arielle has always had sinfully lovely features, but seeing her like this is a whole other level of seduction. This is exclusively for my eyes, and I adore it. "Watch this," she says, raising herself up on top of my desk so that her breasts are in line with mine. She's incredibly near to me. What would happen if I spread her legs out directly over my desk? I look at the sofa she's demonstrating to me after clearing my throat. I scan through the possibilities and tell her, "I like this darker one better." Arielle gives me a smile. "I knew you would say that because it's also my favourite." I gaze up at her, taken aback. You know you don't have to ask for my opinion? You're free to act anyway you like. She gives a headshake."That is not what I want to do. I already feel as though I'm trespassing on your territory. I reach out and gently take her hand. "Arielle, don't. You don't have to feel that way. This is now your house. "We own it," she corrects me. "I want you to love our home as much as I do, so I'm asking for your opinion." I give her a nod and cross our fingers. We've had a lot more fun designing our house together than I anticipated. We really do feel like we're claiming it, but it's bittersweet since it also means I'm getting rid of everything Loretta-related. I hope to continue our recent silence about her. Arielle and I haven't talked about her at all. The way she and I try to live in this bubble where we act like I wasn't engaged to her sister for years is strange, but for the time being, it appears to be working for us. With a quick glance at my laptop, she asks, "Are you done with work?" I shut it with a nod. Indeed. I'm worn out. Arielle nods, glancing at my pyjamas. "Then, let's head to bed." We both go quiet as we head to our bedroom as she tightens her hold on my hand and tugs me along. Every memory I had with Loretta is gradually erased, until eventually all I will see when I look around is Arielle scrawled on my walls.With red cheeks, Arielle releases my hand and approaches her side of the bed. Since the first night she fell asleep in my arms, we have spent every night in bed together, but she still feels awkward about it. We've always been so at ease with one another, so it's strange. As we climb into bed, none of us says anything, and I turn to face her, grinning. "Lollipop, why are you acting so tense?" She giggles and flips over so that the two of us are facing one another. "I'm not certain. So, this is all new to us, I suppose? I make a concerted effort not to let my gaze fall to her breasts as I gaze into her eyes... But is it? Not too long ago, you dozed out on the sofa in my arms. Her cheeks quickly redden as her eyes slightly expand and she glances away. Did you really need to tell me that again? Ariel, I feel so bad about how I behaved that evening. I apologise profusely. I softly cup her cheek with my hand and she turns back to face me. "Please do not apologise," I mumble. "Despite anything I may have said to you at the time, I didn't mind it at all." She nods, closing her eyes and withdrawing from me once more. I let her get away with it this time. "It's not that horrible, is it?"After a while, she whispers. "I know that you told me that night that you would never want me. I realize I'll never be Loretta, but yet. "Don't," I interrupted her. "Arielle, don't bring up her in our bed." With a look of grief in her eyes, she shakes her head. It is not owned by us. You own it. Hers and yours. Arielle turns her back on me, but I push past her and make her look at me. "Then, Arielle, we're going to get rid of the whole damn bed." I softly cup her cheek as her eyes expand. "Have you not placed a fresh order with Mirabel yet?" Her eyes enlarge, she nods, and she tentatively reaches for my pajama collar. "So, can we also discard these?" I look down, perplexed. Simple blue pajamas with checkered patterns. Arielle gives me a hot look and takes her time removing my shirt from my shoulders. She lets her fingers glide over my skin till my chest is exposed. I provoke her by tilting my head and lifting my hips. I take Arielle's hands and put them at the top of my jeans when she hesitates. You said you wanted it off, sweetie. So take everything off." She bites her lip, hooks her fingers around the waistband, and carefully pulls them down. Her breath catches as she exposes the V lines on my lower stomach, and I can't help but feel my cock harden. Having her hands on me as she is wearing a beautiful blush and her lips are slightly parted. Fuck. She tugs down my trousers to my thighs, and I smirk at her. "Good girl," I say quietly, and she glances up at me, unmistakable desire in her eyes. This is how she stared at me that night, and her gaze has remained in my fantasies ever since. I smile to myself as I remove my trousers, leaving me in nothing but boxer shorts, my erection visible. Arielle looks at it and sucks on her bottom lip, her erect nipples revealing her longing. "I've always hated sleeping in pajamas," I explain, my voice gentle, almost as if I'm afraid to disrupt the moment. "I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable by being half naked." She shakes her head and raises her gaze back to mine. "I'm in no way uncomfortable. I see male models wearing little to nothing all the time, remember? I lie back down next to her, frustration sweeping over me at the prospect of her doing intimate shoots with other guys. I need to find a way to convince her to join my company. I do not trust her management either. Arielle doesn't appear to recognize how beautiful she is. It's as if she divides her model persona from her genuine personality, and in her eyes, the latter is lacking. I've never understood why, but I am determined to correct it. "Oh, I remember," I say tersely. I lean forward to carefully tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Remind me about your latest underwear advertisement... Was it something like this?I draw her toward me, threading one hand through her hair before pushing her head back to reveal her neck. She gasps as I lower my lips to her ear, my teeth brushing against her earlobe. "Was this how you posed with Tom Foster? Tell me, my love, was he as firm as I am when he held you like this? I kiss her neck, my teeth scraping on her skin for a moment before sucking down and leaving a small mark. Arielle's breath catches, and the way she presses her chest against mine makes me fucking savage. Her hands threaded into my hair, her hold firm. "No," she responds, her voice just too fucking appealing. "He's quite professional.The shootings aren't as intimate as they appear, I promise. There are so many people around, and we change positions quickly." I bring my lips to her throat and kiss her there. "Good," I tell her. "Good on him. "He'll be able to produce CO2 for another day." She giggles, and the sound reaches directly to my heart, overwhelming me with a hunger that goes far beyond my physical want for her. "I never realized you were so possessive," she says quietly. I draw back and grasp more of her hair as my grip on her waist intensifies. "I never was. Not till you. You changed the game.I want everything of you, Arielle. "I need you to be mine in every way." She looks at me with vulnerability in her eyes. "I'm already yours, Ariel." I let my fingertips glide up from her waist, over her ribs, and trace the underside of her breasts. "No," I whisper. "Not yet." Not all of you. "But you will be." I cup her face, sliding my thumb across her lips. She opens up to me, and I almost pass out. She looks so fucking hot with her messed-up hair in my grip, that sexy nightgown, and that expression in her eyes. "Moment of honesty," I say quietly. "I can't resist you. I can't quit thinking about how I kissed you during our wedding and again in your office. I need more, Arielle. "I need another taste." She leans in tentatively, brushing her lips on the edge of mine. "Then take it," she whispers. "I'm yours for the taking." I groan as my lips contact hers, her hands running over my body with the same desire I am experiencing. She moans, and I almost lose it. The way her tongue tangles with mine is incredible, and I already know I need to get my cock into her lovely tiny mouth. My wife is a fucking enchantress, without a question. "Arielle," I say against her lips, pulling back.She's panting, her lips slightly swollen, and fucking me. He has never looked so lovely. I smirk and push into her shoulder, causing her to fall back onto our bed. "Ariel," she says softly, my name a plea on her lips. "Do you know how hard it's been for me recently, baby? Watching you go around my house in these sexy tiny outfits? Every time you smile at me, it makes me fucking weak." I lean over her, my cock pressing into her pussy while I support myself on my forearms. "You're not the only one who's been struggling, Ariel," she says softly. I grin and lean in, brushing my lips against hers once or twice before diving in and kissing her thoroughly.She feels fantastic against me, and it's all very weird. I press my hips into her, and she groans into my mouth, her knee wrapped around my hip, as if she wants more. Fucking Hell. When Arielle suddenly pushes into my chest, I groan and move away, confused, to gaze at her. She appears conflicted and tilts her head toward her phone. I hadn't even noticed her alarm ring. "What the fuck is that?" She pushes me off, and I sit up, my cock protruding through my underwear. "I have a campaign that is currently going live in Austria.As part of my contract, I am obligated to spend an hour engaging with social media material.I run my hand through my hair and groan aloud. "You're kidding me." She shook her head and began scrolling through her phone. "I understand how bad the timing is. "I just..." I draw her close to me and kiss her, my fingers balling in her hair. "Fuck the campaign," I whispered between lips. "I will pay the penalty." I'll do anything if you let me continue kissing you." She laughs and presses into my chest, her attitude stern despite the passion in her eyes. "No," she says me. "That is not who I am."I detest being irresponsible like that." She sits up in bed, and I moan as she puts on her serious work face. Yeah, she won't let me kiss her right now.I sat next to her, our shoulders touching, trying to calm my pounding cock. I can't remember the last time I felt this strong desire for someone. I don't believe I ever have. Arielle gasps and then laughs, her cheeks getting rosy again. My interest piqued, I reach down over her shoulder and check her phone. "What the fuck?" I pull her phone from her grasp and stare at the dick photo in her Instagram DMs. "Who the fuck is this?"More acute jealousy than I've ever felt takes my every thought, replacing it with images of Arielle and a man she keeps concealed from me. "No idea," she admits, stealing her phone back. "I get these all the time." I watch as she deletes the message and continues on to the next, unaffected by my searing jealousy. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm sure Loretta received innumerable similar messages, and I've always dismissed them as part of her job, but I'm having trouble doing so with Arielle. "Arielle." She lifts her brow in curiosity, and I reach for her hand, intertwining our fingers. "Where the hell is your wedding ring?" Her eyes widen as she glances aside. "I took it off.""What do you mean, you took it off?" She takes her hand out of mine and slides it beneath the blankets. "It's just..." It's very much Loretta's style, but not mine. It does not feel right to wear it." I roll onto my back and stare up at the ceiling for a time, unable to collect my thoughts. "Next week," I tell her in a harsher tone than I intended. "We'll buy you a new ring next week, and you will wear it."